Shore of Galilee

Shore of Galilee

By Lindsay Grandison MacArthur

And it came to pass, that, as the people pressed
upon him to hear the word of God, he stood by the lake of Gennesaret, And saw two ships standing by the lake: but the fishermen were gone out of them, and were washing their nets. And he entered into one of the
ships, which was Simon's, and prayed him that he would thrust out a little from the land. And he sat down, and taught the people out of the ship.

Luke 5:1-3 

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“There were no such trees, and no such gardens, anywhere in Palestine as in the land of Gennesaret. The very name means ‘garden of abundance,’ and the numberless flowers blossom over a little plain which is in sight like unto an emerald. It was doubtless a part of Christ’s divine plan that His ministry should begin amid scenes so beautiful, and that the good tidings, which revealed to mankind their loftiest hopes and purest pleasures, should be first proclaimed in a region of unusual loveliness. If every vestige of human habitation should disappear from beside it…, yet the fact that He chose it as the scene of His opening ministry will give a sense of sacredness and pathos to its lonely waters till time shall be no more.” – Dean Frederic W. Farrar

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“From Mount Tabor we went on over the hill past Nazareth and came upon the Sea of Galilee. All of us gasped as we came over the hill and saw this beautiful little valley, green all around, and the quiet Sea of Galilee.” –Hugh B. Brown 

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“We are once more with Jesus and His disciples by the Lake of Galilee. We love to think that it was in the early morning, when the light laid its golden shadows on the still waters of the lake, and the fresh air, untainted by man, was fragrant of earth’s morning sacrifice, when no voice of human discord marred the restfulness of holy silence, nor broke the Psalm of Nature’s praise. It was a spring morning too, and of such spring-time as only the East, and chiefly the Galilean Lake, knows…when at the warm touch it bounds and throbs with the vigor of youth.” – Alfred Edersheim

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